Thursday, 19 August 2010

Hunter’s fingers slipped into the folds of heated flesh between her legs while Matt’s cock pressed between her ass cheeks. “Your body betrays you, Tess.”

She wanted to deny the pleasure both men thrust upon her but couldn’t.

Sheri licked her lips, turned the page, and wiggled her hips deeper into the plush contours of the worn-out recliner.

A metallic click from the front door indicated Jane’s arrival home. She glanced at the clock, and dipped her head back to the pages in front of her.

“I can’t do this… We can’t do this,” Tess moaned.

“Oh, yes they can,” Sheri whispered with a smile.

The doorknob to the apartment wiggled. Sheri sat up, and her heart flipped in her chest. She’d opened her mouth to ask if Jane lost her key when the knob jolted under pressure. Scrambling to her feet, Sheri lunged into the hall, away from the door before it sprung open.

Her mind buzzed with possibilities of who was breaking into the apartment while fear threatened her ability to stand. Sheri inched along the hallway wall and silently fled into Jane’s bedroom. Once out of sight of the front door, she raced into the bathroom and squeezed between the door and the shower stall.

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.

She heard the door to Jane’s room open and the sound of her dresser drawers slamming close. Sheri glanced around the door, searching the vanity for some type of weapon. Snatching a brush by the sink, Sheri plastered her frame against the wall and closed her eyes. When they opened, she noticed her white knuckles grasping the handle of the brush. What the hell is this gonna do?Nothing! But she held on to it nonetheless.

Peeking through the crack in the door, Sheri saw the backside of the thief ransacking their apartment. He’d found a suitcase and returned to Jane’s room. The action struck her as odd. Didn’t criminals bring their own bags? Not this one, apparently.

Sheri tried in vain to slow her breathing.

After a few more trips into the hall closet and another two suitcases, the man appeared to have all he wanted. He sat the bags outside the room and straightened to his full length. He cocked his head to the side and turned her way. A short glimpse of the man’s face, and Sheri quickly averted her gaze. If she could see his hard, masculine features that vividly, he surely could see hers.

The bulky blond sauntered into her room, mere feet from where she stood, and turned a complete circle. His muscled arms didn’t fit in the tight shirt he wore. His broad shoulders filled the frame of the door. Admiring the man’s chest while he robbed them blind was irrevocably nuts, even for her.

Sheri lifted the brush closer to her torso as if it were a knife. She dared another look and noticed the slow cantor of the elephant in the room. He stopped by her dresser and picked up a picture of Jane and her taken at the top of the Space Needle last spring. What is he doing?

The brush she held loosened in her grip and tickled the back of the door. To her it sounded like a shout in church. The intruder didn’t seem to notice. Still, every breath she took echoed in her ears.

The man tossed the picture on the bed and rewarded her with his back once again. When he stepped away from the door where she stood, she let out a breath in relief. Squeezing her eyes shut, Sheri listened to his footsteps leaving the room.

The front door opened and closed quietly. Sheri sighed and slowly stepped from beyond the bathroom. She poked her head into Jane’s bedroom expecting to see it lay in shambles.

It wasn’t.

A sharp prickling of the skin on the back of her neck snapped her head up. She took one step back and straight into the hard planes of a man’s chest. Sheri opened her mouth to scream, only to have a massive hand clamp over her lips.

“Now, lass. Ye don’t want to be doing that.”

His Scottish accent purred off his lips and kept her still for exactly one second. Sheri opened her mouth wide, felt his finger accidentally slip inside, and clamped down hard.

The man swore and pushed her from his body. “Now why did ye go and do that? I’m not going to harm ye, lassie.”

Sheri swiveled and lifted the forgotten brush out between them. “Get back.”

The man glanced between the brush and her face before having the audacity of bellowing a laugh.

“I mean it, get back.” Sheri wasn’t amused.

“Or what? Ye’ll brush my hair to death?” His smile widened and reached all the way to his majestic blue eyes.

The bastard couldn’t control his mirth. In fact, he started laughing so hard he bent over with the effort.

Sheri’s jaw slammed shut at the same time the hairbrush launched from her hand and landed square on the jerk’s jaw. “Ha!”

Surprised, his laugh halted, and his shoulders squared back. When he stretched up to his six foot plus frame, Sheri swallowed hard and rounded her eyes to his. He touched a finger to his quickly swelling jaw and left a smear of blood.

He was no longer amused.

He inched toward her.

She stepped back. “You have what you want. J-just go.”

One step closer. The sofa caught the back of her thighs, and Sheri tumbled onto her back.

With her red hair splattered over the pillows on the couch, the lass didn’t appear as a threat. The pain coursing from his finger and the ache in his jaw reminded him she was. Still, because of the heat in her green eyes and the way her stare swept over his chest, Chase couldn’t help but desire a little of her fire.

Before she could scramble off the couch, Chase launched onto her, forcing her back down. He clasped her hands in his and extended them above her head. Her perky breasts thrust against his chest in her struggles to free herself. “Calm down. I mean ye no harm.”

“Then let me go.”

“And risk more injury? I think not.”

“Oh, did I hurt the big bad man?” she quipped with her sassy tongue.

She tried to bend her knees. Chase forced his superior weight on her, restricting her movements. “Lay still, lass, and let me explain.”

“Explain how you’re robbing me blind?”

“I’m not a thief.”

“Ha.”

Chase held her down while she tired herself with her struggles. The anger in her heated cheeks finally relaxed along with her limbs. Then, as though the thought hadn’t dawned on her before, she screamed. Chase quickly released her hands and covered her mouth again. Although he kept his fingers from her sharp teeth, she still managed to yell beyond his fist.

The thud of a neighbor’s door vibrated down the hall. The sound brought a completely new set of problems. “Shh, settle!”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head no.

Chase leaned close to her ear; her hair tickled his nose with the lavender sent of her skin. “Jane sent me here to retrieve her things. Now quit yer fight and keep silent, lass,” he hissed.

She stilled.

Chase lifted his fingers from her mouth.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” she asked, still pushing against his chest.

“Wrap yer arms around me,” he told her. When she hesitated, he added, “The sooner your neighbor leaves, the quicker I return to yer friend with her things.”

Uncertainty skirted her face. She stopped pounding his chest and eased her thin arms up and over his shoulder.

He watched her full pink lips and the understanding in her eyes as he bent closer to her. “Don’t bite,” he ordered.

“But…”

His lips cut off her protest. Completely stiff in his arms, and eyes wide opened, she no longer fought him. Chase leaned into her limp body and claimed her lips as his own. Heat tingled up his jaw with the contact. A small mewling noise came from deep inside her. A protest? Maybe. But in allowing the noise to escape, the lass parted her lips, giving him room. He swept his tongue into the deep cavern of her mouth, prepared to retreat in case her teeth clenched hard as they had before. They didn’t. In fact, her mouth opened wider, and her hand clenched on his back. Her eyes fluttered shut, and when her tongue shot out to duel with his, Chase felt his cock tighten in the tight confines of his pants.

“Sheri? Jane? Are you two okay?” the male voice from beyond the door asked before Chase heard it open.

Chase ignored the intruder although Sheri stilled.

“Oh, well…” the man said from the doorway. By the sound of his voice, he was obviously embarrassed.

Chase withdrew his lips from Sheri’s, only to place them by her ear. “Chase,” he whispered.

“Chase?”

“Ahh… Nice meeting you, Chase. I’ll chat with you later, Sheri.”

Chase waved a hand in the air, never meeting the eyes of the would-be hero before hearing the door shut.

Time traveling Highlander, Chase Donnach, would like nothing better than to enjoy his last days in the twenty-first century in the arms of the feisty, redhead Sheri Lansing. When their mutual sexual pleasure develops into much bigger emotions of love and forever Chase has to convince Sheri that he’s the Highlander for her. All of Sheri’s life the people she grows to love leave her. When Chase slips into her heart, she reflexively pushes him away. Can Chase really love her as much as he says, or are the destined to only be lovers lost in time?